Little Black Notebook

With every turn she could hear the ripping of the sheets.

Earlier, making the bed she noted the quality of the cotton and how tight the sheets tucked around the corners of the deep mattress.

The pain in her left ear is like a ice pick jabbing. She prays for mercy and healing then flips to another position hoping for sleep.

In her dreams she can fly. The sense of freedom and peace comforts her. It took practice to fly well. Avoiding powerlines and tree top branches with just a small movement of the shoulders allows her to effortlessly glide over the landscape. Note to self; SMALL MOVEMENTS

Trying to get comfortable becomes an ever increasing challenge. Day time naps seem to lesson the worry about lack of sleep at night. The sheets are only worn out where she lays.

With confidence came speed; TUCK CHIN DOWN she wrote in her notebook.

The trees were bare having lost the remaining of their leaves in the last wind storm. Autumn brought cooler air and she was surprised the cold air didn't bother her. She wondered where the time had gone and was happy for the sleeping trees.

Looking down she could see the grassy place surrounded by two logs in an L shape. The grass had turned brown unlike in the spring with yellow dandelion flowers.

Taking off was easy. Slowing down to land was much scarier. As she descended thinking about her approach she could see movement.

The pages of her life were being tossed around by the wind. Some pages were caught up and pressed against the logs. Others were flipping their way across the dried grass.

She had to hurry. Her little black notebook where she wrote all her secret thoughts and dreams was dismantled and tossed into the air exposed to the open without a care.

The landing went relatively smooth and she surprised herself. Note to self; KEEP YOUR MIND ON OTHER THINGS

Looking closely at what she thought was the pages of her notebook actually were dollar bills. This would be the third time dollar bills were dancing around in the wind.

The first time, she saw a deer grazing beside the creek and thoughts of her father entered her mind. She let traffic pass and slowly drove on.

Around the corner dollar bills were in the roadway and along the ditch. She found 16 20 dollar bills. Her grandkids were amazed. She gave the found money to a long bearded gentleman having two ponies in a garage needing attention. Her kids were amazed she did that.

The other time , her grandson dreamed about having a hundred dollar bill. His birthday was coming up and he was promised one.

Driving down a hill they both saw it at once. Dollar bills were whirling over the roadway.

After finding a safe place to pull over they scurried to find dollar bills blown to the side of the road by the passing cars and pass a guard rail down along the ditch.

A young man had placed his wallet on top of his car and drove way from the gas station. He would have never known where to look had they not found it for him.

She knew she had to act quickly as the wind continued to blow. Plucking twenty, fifties and hundred dollar bills from the grass, bushes and along the logs she needed to rest.

Sitting on the log she reached her hand deep into the triangle shaped opening along the bottom backside of the log. This always bothered her thinking of spiders or centipedes that might make her hiding place their home.

With the tips of her fingers she could feel her beloved notebook just where she had hid it. She wondered why she hides it. Getting it out of the log is so difficult.

Note to self; KEEP IT SIMPLE

This was much more money than the previous finds. Quickly she got up and scoured over the terrain counting dollar bills. Twenty thousand dollars is a lot of money.

Her excitement wasn't that of greed but of the prospects of sharing the story.

Placing the little black notebook safely into her pocket she flew up high over the tree branches and with a slight turn of the shoulders maneuvered past the power lines back to her warm sheets and a good nights rest.